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ivan 20m
that dog
the one that bites
don’t get close to it
or it’ll bite you too


‘it bit me’
the blood is still warm,
dripping from hands that shook
but no one dared to look.

‘why doesn’t someone help me?’
that ******* dog
wait, it’s not a dog!
“But I was so much skinnier back then,
And I looked so much better”
I hear myself say.
But I was drinking three meal replacement shakes a day
And passing out after running 3k.
Evening
A small child walking through the almost empty streets
You know this child very well
Or at least you think so
The child always wears long sleeves
Losing their happiness along with their youth

A child with dead eyes
A child with the stare of an adult
Yet a weak personality
That could be crushed with a single word

They used to be the happiest child in the classroom
Yet now they sit alone
A freak to the society
Because they're different

Maybe being different is bad sometimes
It appears that not every child is happy
ivan 3d
fruit bat
dont let them confuse you
with your brother
vampire bat
that blood *******
winged demon

fruit bat
your wings are yours
don’t let people assume you are something
you’re you!
and there’s nothing to be ashamed of, fruit bat
i wasn't born hungry, i remember how it happened.
a bad man put a hole in me, one day when i was
very young
and i've been eating ever since:
i love gluttony, hate, ****, burning buildings, and you.

i'm sorry, it's not my fault. i was born hungry,
like strange flowers bloom:

both too old and too soon.
D Ann 4d
Brutalized, the chained butterfly
gasped for every breath,
an endless 365 days
is strangling her to death!

Ocean blue eyes bejeweled in
his cunning constellations,
began to weep and turn
into crusted formations.  

Her stitched-on smile she
displayed to the world,
unraveled at last as she  
threw out the once trusting girl.

Emboldened as tornadic fury
blasts from within,
the chain imprisoning
argent wings pelted thin!

She soars into  
waiting rainbow skies,
the groveling beast has lost,
all his battering dies!

A smile blooms on her lips
as cheerful drops spill,
she now flits among the beds
of bright yellow daffodils!

Written by D.Ann
For all those abused, be brave and save your life!
Nobody 4d
dance to the song,
you beautiful ballerina
we are all watching
don't mess up

move your feet,
you beautiful ballerina
or we will attach the strings
to your useless little limbs... again

paint a smile on your face,
you ugly ballerina
if you smiled more
more people will like you

why did you eat that,
you fat ballerina?
you'll just gain more weight
you wont fit into your size -5 dress

you made a mistake,
you useless ballerina
maybe you should just go
nobody even wants to see your show.

Quit hoping for freedom,
You disaster of a ballerina
You are our marionette
We have full control

Stop lying,
You rat of a ballerina
We have never hurt you
We just discipline

Stop being dramatic,
You drama queen of a ballerina
You dance
You don't act

Stop moping,
You hideous ballerina
Just because he doesnt like you anymore
Doesnt mean you have a right to frown

Start smiling,
You sad ballerina
Nobody will like you
If you frown...

you deserve better,
you precious, imperfect, kind, sweet, beautiful, nice, wonderful, friendly, injured, hopeful ballerina.
leave this awful place.
you deserve so much better...
As i said before in like 2 different poems, i am NOT a girl. But that doesnt stop me from beimg a feminist. My older brother is, my dad is, my uncle is, stand up for those wonderful people.
Warning - Triggering for child *** abuse survivors.
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She was only 8 years old,
you snapped her little bones
and eventually her neck,
tears agonize her reckoning,
did this ******* demon,
care when she breathed
in her final wish,
one far away from death.

15 years, and thirteen
with good behavior.
How young was she again?
What was as sweet as candy,
but got broken by the storm,
I slept under my bed,
Lightning would sooth me,
but footsteps echoing.....
You tried to shoot every bird
in a formation of a fleet,
but again, you only shot down one.
Pinky swear is forever sworn.
Lena 7d
He’s pretty, he  gleams like the fresh morning dew;
Often I picture myself waking up next to you.
But vines they invade those beautiful dreams;
Piercing my thoughts with thorns oh so sharp.
Because under that rose tinted facade,
Rests the roots of this bush, warped, gnarled, and odd.
So I guess what I mean to say;
But not in a mean way;
This rosebush needs pruning, my babe.
My boyfriend has been especially cold to me lately, but I couldn't bear to share my thoughts with him. I hope you all can glean some meaning from this poem.
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